Page 63 of Her Puck Daddies

Spandex trails his fingers down her spine, watching as she shudders beneath his touch. "That’s my good girl. Now, just like last time, I want you to relax for me. Completely."

He reaches for the lube, coating his fingers, spreading it over her tight little pucker, taking his time. "I’m going to stretch you out, work my fingers inside your tight ring, get you ready to take me. And then…" he smirks, dragging his cock along her skin. "I’m going to show you exactly who your real Daddy is. Understand?"

He climbs onto the couch, settling on his knees behind her. Before he opens the bottle to drizzle it down her most forbidden hole, he takes a minute to lean in, pressing slow, lingering kisses from the nape of her neck down to the small of her back, coaxing her muscles to relax beneath his touch.

Herbody instantly melts under him.

He opens the bottle and squeezes some of the lube onto her ass. He lifts her lower back just enough to squeeze a pillow between her belly and sofa. He begins circling her pucker with the lube and sticks a finger inside. Hottie moans, slowly starting to grind her hips against the pillow. He sticks another finger inside her, making her moan a little louder.

And just like that, my cock gives a little kick. I can’t help but get sucked back in by her sounds and beauty.

Hottie props herself up ever so slightly on her elbows as he continues to dig, adding a third finger.

“Are you ready for me, Hottie?” Spandex asks, his voice low.

“Take me,” she whimpers.

And he wastes no time. In one swift motion, he lifts her hips slightly higher, positioning himself before slowly pushing through her snug little ring—controlled, deliberate.

She submits to him, her body opening up as he sinks deeper, driving into her with long, measured strokes. Doggie’s free hand slides beneath her, finding her breasts. He pinches her nipples hard again, her body jerking, and a sharp cry of pleasure spills from her lips.

Thesound sends Spandex into something animalistic. He digs deeper into her pucker again and again.

“Oooh…" she mewls, her voice trembling as Doggie pinches her nipples with just enough force to make them jut between his fingers like ripe little strawberries. Still, she doesn’t say the safe word.

Despite being in a state of bliss, my cock is fully hard again. It’s the best feeling to share a girl who gets off on the same kind of rough sex that we do.

Doggie chimes in as he takes in the sight. “Is Spandex your Daddy, Hottie?' he asks, his voice deep.

“Yes,” she says.

“How about Odds?”

“Yes. Oh, yes,” she moans.

“And me?”

“Yes, so much, yes…” She’s close again. I can tell. “Can I come, Daddies?”

Spandex takes over, growling, “Beg for me. I need to hear you say please.”

“Please, Daddies."

AsSpandex tightens his grip around her hips, his voice husky, he commands, "Come for us, Hottie. Come for all of us now."

She screams, raw and unrestrained, the sound so sharp it rattles the glasses in cap’s kitchen.

The goalie ruts into her with reckless abandon, his thrusts turning frantic, desperate, as he finally buries himself deep inside her tight ass, groaning through his orgasm. Chest heaving, sweat slinking down his body, Spandex finally pulls back, his legs unsteady as he collapses onto the couch, swapping out his condom.

Ava starts to settle down, her body still trembling, ready to rest, but Spandex isn’t having it. He grunts low, his hunger far from satisfied.

"I’m not done with you, Hottie." He pats his thighs, a clear demand. "Come sit on me."

Doggie and I exchange a quick glance, a silent understanding passing between us before we move in, guiding her over, carefully helping her lower herself onto Spandex’s lap without straining her foot.

The moment she sinks down, her tight, needy heat swallowing his still-hard cock, a soft, breathy whimper escapes her, her body shuddering at the stretch. Spandex’s fingers dig into her hips, holding her firmly in place, keeping her exactly where he wants her.

She winds her arms around his shoulders, her lashes fluttering, a small, satisfied smile playing at her lips—completely content, completely his. "Anything for you, Daddy," she whispers.